Three More Wraeththu Drabbles

Three More Wraeththu Drabbles
by Camile_Sinenis (Teapot)

Story Notes

Title: Three More Wraeththu Drabbles

Author: Camile_Sinenis (Teapot) –

Pairing: Velaxis + others (possibly the merest whiff of UST, if you sniff the air hard enough!)

Three More Wraeththu Drabbles


“Release Tiahaar Chrysm or I will kill you.”

The man who had his arm around Tiahaar Chrysm’s neck, and the gun thrust into his side, snarled furiously. His face had three days’ growth of beard, and his breath smelled of rotting meat, both of which were offensively obvious to the struggling har.

Yanking Chrysm’s head back painfully, the man focused his blood-shot eyes on Velaxis’ haughty features.

“Is that a threat?” he spat, “…because if it is you …..”

His sentence ended abruptly, and a surprised expression momentarily passed over his features. The surprise was almost certainly due to the fact that a small, ornamental dagger hilt was now protruding from his forehead.

“No,” said Velaxis calmly as the man dropped to the ground, dead “It was not a threat. The word “threat” implies that there is some doubt as to whether the action will be carried out or not”

He took three paces forward and removed the jewelled weapon from between the man’s eyes with a sharp tug, tsk-ing slightly as he fastidiously wiped away the the blood from the blade and the filigreed gemstones before secreting it away again in whatever hidden pocket it had come from.

“Oh, and could someone see to Tiahaar Chrysm – he seems to have fainted…”



Caeru lay on his bed, his soft white skin flushed with hint of dewy pink. Sometimes he hated his body, and the demands it made on him. And for some reason it was always worst at the same time of the month – the full moon. He knew the Hegemony laughed amongst themselves about it. “… on heat again…” – he had heard the barely-concealed whispers behind his back. Pell, of course, would not satisfy his consort’s needs, so to compound his humiliation the Hegemony had sent a professional to do the job.

“Oh come, Rue, don’t sulk!. Most hara would be delighted with this arrangement. As you know, I am very experienced and – even if I say so myself – talented in this particular field.”

Caeru threw a pillow angrily at the tall har. “Shut up! I am the effing Tigrina, and you are nothing but a… a… whore!”

Velaxis smiled indulgently. “Indeed,” he purred, running his fingers provocatively through the impressive lengths of his hair. “… and I work for the Hegemony, so we know what that makes them, don’t we?”

Caeru lay still for a minute as he thought about that. Slowly a small smile worked its way across his lips, and he started to giggle. Then Velaxis’ endless hair was trailing across his body and Velaxis’ lips were pressing down on his own and Velaxis’ hot, scented breath was filling his mouth, and he wasn’t giggling any more.

Afterwards, Velaxis brushed away a damp strand of hair from Rue’s neck. “My dear,” he cooed encouragingly “I would have done that for nothing!”

Caeru took it as the compliment it was intended to be.



“Rue, you are such a slut!” Velaxis exclaimed.

The Tigrina had been recounting his exploits of the previous evening, involving three political delegates from Maudrah, an old friend from Ferelithia and a surprising quantity of whipped cream.

“What’s a slut?” Darquiel enquired, puzzled. Velaxis rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Young people today – their education was sorely lacking!

“It is a pejorative term for a female who indulges in frequent sexual activity, or who makes her enjoyment of it widely known.”

“It was a human thing”, he added, seeing Darquiel’s blank expression.

“That’s just weird!” Darquiel shook his head and wrinkled his nose

Velaxis sighed again. “Indeed it is. Humans had a whole plethora of taboos and regulations when it came to sex, and an astonishingly wide vocabulary to describe those who transgressed the permitted norms. For example, I am a whore, which describes my professional capacity of providing educational and recreational aruna to those who require it. My employers, the Hegemony, are pimps”

“Calanthe,” – he indicated the august presence of the Tigron, currently draped over an armchair still nursing a slight hangover from the previous evening – ” is a queer, indicating that in his human days he preferred sexual activity with other males rather than females”

“I prefer poof,” muttered Cal “… so much classier”

“Whatever.” Velaxis sniffed. “So many to choose from. They were an inventive lot, humans. No wonder they became extinct, though – they spent all their time inventing random rules about who could do what with whom, and when, and how much.” He paused for a moment. “Of course, you had to be careful. Especially if you happened to be a member of…ahem.. a longer-lived species. Take your eye of the ball for a couple of generations and you suddenly discover that your Upstanding Member of Society has suddenly become a Pervert of the First Order” He shuddered slightly, and there was a moment’s silence.

“What about Pell?” asked Darquiel

“Pell?” Velaxis looked over at the other Tigron, whose sulky expression indicated his disapproval of the whole tenor of this conversation.

Velaxis sidled over to him, silent and graceful as a cat. If anything, Pell’s expression became even more sour. Velaxis smiled his tight little smile.

“Pell is a…. prick-teaser” he smirked

“What???” Pell exploded

“Well! Thirty years, and not so much as a sniff”

Pellaz looked as if he’d just stepped in something very unpleasant. He didn’t know what was worse – The thought of being… sniffed…. by Velaxis, or the thought of Velaxis thinking about…. His scowl deepened even further and he had the sudden urge to have a long, hot shower. He got up and walked out without a further word, hearing Velaxis’ mocking commentary trail after him

“…. and yet again our union remains unconsummated. Ah Pell, you are such a tease!”

“Now,” continued Velaxis turning to Cal “… tell us about your time in Piristil…

The End 

Three Wraeththu Drabbles

Three Wraeththu Drabbles
by Camile_Sinenis (Teapot)

Story Notes

Title: Three Wraeththu Drabbles

Author: Camile_Sinenis (Teapot) –

Description: Does what it says on the tin. The first two are too short, and the third one is too long, but what the hell.

Pairing: Velaxis + Tharmifex (no UST. No RST even. Sorry)

Setting/Spoilers: Set shortly after the end of Fulfilments. No real spoilers, but the last one in particular makes a great deal more sense if you’ve read Ghosts!)

Three Wraeththu Drabbles

1 Composed

When Thiede had disappeared, Tharmifex had woken up the next morning with one thought: “What are we going to do?” The question repeated itself in his head for two days, each time feathered with just a litte more panic. Eventually it escaped, and Tharmifex realised to his chagrin that he had asked it of Velaxis.

“Do?” Velaxis had looked at him with his trademark mixture of obsequiousness and superiority, one bored eyebrow arched faintly in surprise

“Well, I suggest we convene an ad-hoc sub-committee and prepare a report on the damage to the infrastructure. I believe the drains are particularly badly affected, and some sort of temporary water processing facility may need to be commissioned. Do I have your approval to go ahead with the planning…. Chancellor?”

Something in the measured deference accorded to that last word stilled the panic. Chancellor Tharmifex realised that composure was contagious.


2 Efficient

Velaxis is nothing if not efficient. Ruthlessly so. Chancellor Tharmifex remarks favourably upon it from time to time.

“If we had trains, I have no doubt that you would make them run on time”

“We have the Immanion Mass Public Transport Service – and it does run on time”

From the cold amusement in his eyes, The Chancellor knows that Velaxis understands the reference. The Chancellor reflects that most of the younger hara wouldn’t. Which is probably no bad thing.


3 Ambiguous

Chancellor Tharmifex is thinking about love and relationships, which is not something he often does, but a lot of things are different lately. His own domestic situation has recently taken a turn for the plural, to everyone’s surprise, most especially his own.

Late afternoon sun slants through the window of his office, falling on the formidable stack of paperwork, now mercifully completed. He has Velaxis to thank for that. The Chancellor’s gaze falls upon his clerk, who maintains his unruffled demeanour despite the afternoon’s frantic activity. Tharmifex experiences a rare warm glow of solidarity with all hara-kind, and wishes his new-found contentment could be shared by all. To which end, he unwisely enquires after Velaxis’ love-life.

Velaxis’ left eyebrow raises with what might just be a hint of refined outrage, and Tharmifex realises he may have overstepped the mark very slightly. He still isn’t very good at this relationship stuff. Velaxis is a solitary creature. He has had countless lovers (including Tharmifex himself) all of whom have professed themselves highly satisfied, but nohar has ever been close to him.

The awkward moment lasts only a fraction of second. Velaxis is far too well-mannered to let his Superior experience anything resembling embarrassment. He examines his manicured fingernails, polishing them archly.

“Well, now you come to mention it, The General and I have been seeing a lot of each other lately….”

Tharmifex gives a short cough which is actually a laugh. He knows how unlikely this is. General Ashmael and Velaxis are good friends, but that is all it will ever be.

“The General tells me he finds you to be morally ambiguous” he intones seriously, and is rewarded with a sharp peal of laughter, which has something unsettling about it.

“And Ashmael does so hate ambiguity in any shape or form. It is his life’s work to hunt it down and eradicate it!”

At this point, Tharmifex knows he is going to say something he shouldn’t, but he is going to say it anyway, because he has been thinking about saying it for a very long time.

“…. Thiede?…..”

Velaxis has his back to Tharmifex at this point, so the Chancellor cannot see his expression, but he knows from years of experience that it will not change. He also knows from years of experience what the slight tension in the other har’s shoulders means; the subtle shift in body language.

The liquid, golden afternoon slows down and stops.

When Velaxis finally speaks, his voice is measured.

“Some lives…. cannot be lived for their owners’ convenience. Sometimes events and circumstances take precedence and sacrifices have to be made. Not every person has the luxury of a normal life.”

Tharmifex thinks he understands. Years later, when certain astonishing revelations come to light, he will laugh again, and consider that everything Velaxis has ever said to him could be considered to be…. ambiguous.

The End